my dad took me when I was a little kid, probably part of a heterosexualizing intervention that I'd grow up straight for once. I had a hotdog.
Strip clubs serve food. Can you imagine the kind of beta you'd have to be to eat at a hooters if you could go to a strip club?
It used to be the place closest to my apartment that would have the ufc ppvs so plenty. It’s honestly just like a buffalo wild wings but if they were honest about their hiring practices. Pretty shitty food, pretty shitty service, but hey the beers always cold